Page 34 of Saving Scarlett

Without another word, I lowered my face to hers, kissing her again. Her fingers tangled in my hair, a gentle tugging that only made me want her more.

I moved down her body, planting soft kisses down her neck, her shoulders, and the swell of her breastbone. All I wanted was to taste her again and have her writhing beneath me. Her strength was incredible. She’d kept up with me, clawing her way to freedom from the river. There was no way I would let anyone harm her again, not if I was still breathing. I would take care of her and show her what it truly meant to be loved and cherished.

I knew I could never have enough of her. After fighting it every day since I’d first laid eyes on her, the desire to lose myself in her was too much to bear.

Sliding her wet bra strap off her shoulder, I pressed my lips to her rounded breast, her sharp gasp of pleasure like a bolt of lightning striking through me. She trembled in my arms as my tongue found her skin, her hips arching up as I traced circles around her nipple. My fingers slid down the side of her ribcage, pulling her panties down over her hips. My fingertips trailed down her thigh, her eyes fluttering open when I slid them between her legs.

“Bane… Please…“ The word held a thousand meanings, all of them more than I could bear to resist.

Scarlett’s lips parted in a moan, her back arching as I kissed the tender skin on her stomach, her body trembling with anticipation. With her fingers in my hair, she guided me, spreading her legs as I kissed my way down her thigh.

When her legs parted, the sight of her center made my mouth water. I needed to taste her, to feel her skin against my tongue again.

She opened her legs wider, baring her perfect cunt to me, and I didn’t hesitate to slide my tongue through her folds, pulling a gasp from deep in her chest. Her sounds were like music to my ears, the scent of her washing over me like a drug. Gripping my hair, her hips bucking up to me for more, as I sucked her clit between my teeth. I slid a finger inside of her, followed by another, her breath catching as I gave her what she needed.

“Oh, gods…” Her voice shook as I worked her clit and hit her G-spot with my fingers in thorough strokes.

Lifting my eyes, I admired her writhing body, my cock hard as stone against the mattress and needing her more than I needed the blood in my veins. Her eyes were half-open, her breath coming faster as I slid my fingers in and out of her, the sound of her wetness only making me want her more. I wanted to lose myself in her—to lose myself in the way she moaned—to lose myself in her body and never let go.

All of this was more, so much more, than I’d ever had… and with her, it was only the beginning.

“Bane … I’m so close.” Following her direction, I doubled my efforts, savoring how her moans got louder, how her walls tightened around my fingers.

“Oh, gods. Oh, gods. Oh, gods.” Her back arched when she came, her body shaking as her thighs tightened around my head. Slowing my movements, I worked my tongue in soft circles until she calmed, pulling my fingers out of her and licking them clean.

“Oh… my gods.” An expression of dazed pleasure colored her face when she looked down at me, her fingers running through my hair and urging me closer.

The fire crackled in the corner, its flames bathing us with warmth. Moving back up on the bed, I rested my body against hers, leaning in to kiss her as she wrapped her arm around my neck.

“Bane…” She breathed my name, her voice like a song between us.

I kissed her again, her breathing still heavy from her climax, her heart pounding in tandem with mine against my chest.

“Scarlett, we don’t have to—“ Although My cock was already straining against my boxer briefs, the thin fabric doing little to contain the erection it was struggling to hold back, the last thing I wanted was for her to feel forced to do anything she wasn’t ready for. She’d done enough of that in her life. But before I finished my statement, her finger pressed against my lips.

“Don’t try to give me an out, Bane. I don’t want one. I need you.” She looked at me, her face flushed, her dark eyes pleading with me.

“If we do this, Little Red, I want you to call me Ethan. I want you to know my real name.” Although I expected her to recoil at the admission that I’d kept my real name from her, she didn’t even flinch. It was like she already knew.

Reaching forward, she trailed her fingers down my cheek, the touch sending shivers all the way into my soul. “I want you, Ethan. I want you for who you are.” Her voice was a whisper, the sound of her need echoing through me. Her eyes were dark, her body curled up against mine, the smooth curves of her begging for me to take her.

With the taste of her still on my tongue, I kissed her again, stoking a flame inside of me. “I’m already yours.”

Wrapping her leg over my hip, her hand trailing down my chest, her soft fingers working their way between my legs, stroking my cock through my boxer briefs. Her eyes were on me, peeling back every layer and wall. “Then I need to feel you.”

Unable to wait any longer, I slid my underwear down my hips and tossed them to the floor, my hard length standing at attention. Her eyes darted up to meet mine as her hand closed around it, stroking up and down in languid strokes. My cock responded instinctively, her every touch like an electric current beneath my skin. I hungered for her, my body desperate for hers like I would die without it.

Cheeks flushing a delicious shade of pink, she smiled at me as she laid back on the bed, spreading her legs in a silent invitation. Her folds glistened from how ready she was for me. I crawled over her, my cock desperate to be inside her.

Leaning in, I kissed her, my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth while my hand reached down and guided myself to her entrance, sliding my cock in her juices before I pushed myself inside. We both gasped as her body opened up to me, our eyes meeting when we realized we should have been touching each other all along. Our bodies melted together, moving in perfect harmony as we found our rhythm.

Her fingers clawed into my back and her legs wrapped tightly around me to pull me deeper but even after loosening her with my fingers, she was too tight to just let go. My cock throbbed with need, each stroke sending a white-hot jolt of pleasure through my veins. Her whimpers of pleasure only spurred me on. She was so wet, the sound of our bodies coming together echoing in the darkness.

Groaning at how good it felt, I pulled back and then thrust into her again, burying myself to the hilt. With her arms wrapped around me and her hands holding me close, her body undulated against mine, the passion of the moment intense enough to bring tears to my eyes.

Pleasure flooding her face, she threw her head back as she came, her raven hair spilling over the pillow. Her walls tightened around me forcing me to thrust in harder, her body pulling me deeper inside of her as her hips rocked against mine in a steady rhythm. Her spine stiffened and she arched her back up off the bed, her voice hoarse as she cried out.

My muscles tightened like I was about to burst. I kissed her, her tongue dancing with mine as I thrust into her, my eyes rolling back with how perfect she felt.